"Are you certain it's her?" I asked Marcus, my steps quickening as I made my way toward my office, where she was now waiting.Ellaine.My childhood friend.Ever since my father took me back from the orphanage, I have never seen her again. And by the time I was ready to find her, the orphanage where we met had burned down."Yes, Sir. I managed to speak again with one of the former staff members from the orphanage. It turns out the reason we had difficulty locating the head matron was because she’s currently confined in the hospital, comatose, actually. The strange thing is, she’s been at your hospital this whole time.”My brows furrowed.“Really? And we&rsqu
“Let’s get a divorce.”Those words from Sebastian echoed over and over in my mind.I wanted to scream. I wanted to ask him why.But it was as if my tongue suddenly forgot how to move.I just sat there, completely confused.“W-What?”Sebastian let out a deep breath and rubbed his forehead with his thumb.“You heard me. I want a divorce,” he repeated—as if once wasn’t already enough to break me.I blinked several times, trying to calm myself, but my vision was already starting to blur from the tears forming in my eyes.
I didn’t hear from him for days.Not a single call. Not even a text.And Brix? He had no idea where his boss was or what he was doing.The silence became its own kind of torment.It hurt more than I expected—that after everything, it was like he’d completely forgotten me.I was left in the dark, confused and second-guessing everything.I tried my best to keep myself busy just so I wouldn’t think about him.I threw myself into work. Stayed longer at the studio.I pretended like everything was fine.But it wasn’t.
Everything happened so fast.He was so sweet. I truly thought we were finally being real with each other.But the next thing I knew, it all went back to how it had always been.That very same day, we flew back to the city.No words.No explanations.I waited for him to say something. I even tried to ask him what was going on, why he seemed so tense and in such a hurry.But nothing.He didn’t bother telling me anything and was glued to his phone the entire time.He kept talking nonstop with his secretary. About someone. About a woman.
We spent most of our time on the yacht. We even tried out some of the activities they offered on the island. I was so happy—I didn’t want it to end.But a part of me was scared.Scared that once we returned to the city, the Sebastian I’d come to know here would disappear again.“Here,” he said.I turned to him and saw the wine glass he was handing me.“I… I don’t drink.”Sebastian sat down beside me. “It’s just red wine. Don’t worry.”I sighed and took the glass from him.“Fine. But make sure I don’t
The entire time I was with Sebastian, I couldn’t stay still. I felt so awkward, especially whenever I was fixing my things inside the room while he was also there.And of course—it didn’t help that he kept saying the most unexpected things.I tried my best to ignore him and just finish unpacking.When I was done, Sebastian asked me to get ready. He said we were going somewhere.I wore a simple one-piece swimsuit and threw on a pair of short denim shorts over it. Then I grabbed a light cover-up and tied my hair in a loose bun. I didn’t bother with too much makeup—just sunscreen and a bit of tinted lip balm. The sun was too strong for anything else.When I stepped out of the room, Sebastian was already waiting for me by the patio doors. The moment he saw me, he froze.“What?” I asked, suddenly self-conscious.He blinked once, then twice. “Nothing. You just… you look nice.”My cheeks burned instantly, and I had to look away. “Thanks,” I mumbled, clutching the towel in my hands a little